destroy Daron Navos, don’t you?”
“Certainly,” he agreed readily. “All that lovely money. Her mother should’ve left it all to me. Then I wouldn’t have to kill her daughter to get it.”
She began to laugh and he joined her. He kissed her long throat, breathing deeply of her exotic perfume.
“Tell me how they’ll die,” she demanded, sliding her arms around his neck.
He bent to lift her into his arms and carried her back into his office. The elegant leather sofa made a delightful place for sex.
“If you insist,” he replied. As he laid her on the pale leather and lifted her skirts, he murmured his plan into her ear.
It excited both of them.
On Pangaea, Rra sprang up from the elegant divan in his penthouse sitting room and began to pace back and forth before the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows. Lly sat perfectly still, her eyes never leaving him. She did her best to appear relaxed, a little smile playing about her tinted lips, hoping he wouldn’t notice her silky green hair was wrapped tightly about her slender throat.
“This had better work,” he said. “I’m out of patience. I’ve tried everything—an enviro-terror group, a paid saboteur in their own guard, even those damned serpents! If these Indigons cannot deliver that ship to me as they have promised, I’ll take a weapon and go after her myself!
“The Orion ,” he sneered. “The shining hope, the flagship of Logan Stark’s space cruise and transport enterprise. Ha! He’ll lose his arrogance and position as the darling of investors soon enough, when I’ve destroyed his ship and his reputation. Then PanRra Air will arise as the premier shipping line in the galaxy. And I’ll be the vaunted one, not that upstart bastard!”
A chime sounded and he whirled, a look of rage on his narrow face at the interruption to his tirade. Then he smiled slowly as he turned to Lly. Fear trickled icily down her spine. It was not a pleasant smile.
“Ah,” he said smoothly as if his rage had never occurred. “Our guests are here, or should I say, our entertainment for the evening.”
“You invited entertainers?” She tried to look pleased.
He gave her a gloating look. “Oh, yes. I must have a respite from this constant stress. And you’ll be joining them, my dear.”
She rose in a flutter of yellow lii silk. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled softly as behind him a small group of beings appeared. A lovely Serpentian woman swathed in a long golden cape was followed by two tall, muscular human males clad only in tight snakeskin pants. One of them carried a covered cage.
“I mean, my dear, you’ll be part of the show.”
While Lly stood like a statue, too frozen with shock to move, he threw himself back onto the divan and picked up his drink, gesturing expansively at the Serpentian and her companions.
“Get on with it,” he ordered.
The Serpentian woman threw back her cape, revealing that under it she wore only a few bands of snakeskin. She smiled enticingly at Rra, darting her forked tongue at him as she dropped the length of gold fabric over the long hassock before the divan.
One of the men drew the cover off of the cage. Lly caught her breath in revulsion as she saw it contained a large snake, its head swaying back and forth, tongue flicking the air.
The other man sauntered over to Lly and, before she could defend herself, he grasped her delicate gown in his hands and ripped it open from top to bottom.
She cried out in horror. He grinned down at her, his gaze crawling lasciviously over her slender, naked body. “Don’t worry, sugar,” he drawled. “We’re gonna show you a real good time.”
Lly reached out entreatingly to her lover. “Rra—please!”
But he merely smiled, his eyes alight with a cruel pleasure. “Entertain me. That is why I keep you in silk and jewels, isn’t it?”
Chapter Eight
Nelah Cobalt had suffered injustice before in her life, but none had ever angered her as much as having Daron Navos
“Certainly,” he agreed readily. “All that lovely money. Her mother should’ve left it all to me. Then I wouldn’t have to kill her daughter to get it.”
She began to laugh and he joined her. He kissed her long throat, breathing deeply of her exotic perfume.
“Tell me how they’ll die,” she demanded, sliding her arms around his neck.
He bent to lift her into his arms and carried her back into his office. The elegant leather sofa made a delightful place for sex.
“If you insist,” he replied. As he laid her on the pale leather and lifted her skirts, he murmured his plan into her ear.
It excited both of them.
On Pangaea, Rra sprang up from the elegant divan in his penthouse sitting room and began to pace back and forth before the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows. Lly sat perfectly still, her eyes never leaving him. She did her best to appear relaxed, a little smile playing about her tinted lips, hoping he wouldn’t notice her silky green hair was wrapped tightly about her slender throat.
“This had better work,” he said. “I’m out of patience. I’ve tried everything—an enviro-terror group, a paid saboteur in their own guard, even those damned serpents! If these Indigons cannot deliver that ship to me as they have promised, I’ll take a weapon and go after her myself!
“The Orion ,” he sneered. “The shining hope, the flagship of Logan Stark’s space cruise and transport enterprise. Ha! He’ll lose his arrogance and position as the darling of investors soon enough, when I’ve destroyed his ship and his reputation. Then PanRra Air will arise as the premier shipping line in the galaxy. And I’ll be the vaunted one, not that upstart bastard!”
A chime sounded and he whirled, a look of rage on his narrow face at the interruption to his tirade. Then he smiled slowly as he turned to Lly. Fear trickled icily down her spine. It was not a pleasant smile.
“Ah,” he said smoothly as if his rage had never occurred. “Our guests are here, or should I say, our entertainment for the evening.”
“You invited entertainers?” She tried to look pleased.
He gave her a gloating look. “Oh, yes. I must have a respite from this constant stress. And you’ll be joining them, my dear.”
She rose in a flutter of yellow lii silk. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled softly as behind him a small group of beings appeared. A lovely Serpentian woman swathed in a long golden cape was followed by two tall, muscular human males clad only in tight snakeskin pants. One of them carried a covered cage.
“I mean, my dear, you’ll be part of the show.”
While Lly stood like a statue, too frozen with shock to move, he threw himself back onto the divan and picked up his drink, gesturing expansively at the Serpentian and her companions.
“Get on with it,” he ordered.
The Serpentian woman threw back her cape, revealing that under it she wore only a few bands of snakeskin. She smiled enticingly at Rra, darting her forked tongue at him as she dropped the length of gold fabric over the long hassock before the divan.
One of the men drew the cover off of the cage. Lly caught her breath in revulsion as she saw it contained a large snake, its head swaying back and forth, tongue flicking the air.
The other man sauntered over to Lly and, before she could defend herself, he grasped her delicate gown in his hands and ripped it open from top to bottom.
She cried out in horror. He grinned down at her, his gaze crawling lasciviously over her slender, naked body. “Don’t worry, sugar,” he drawled. “We’re gonna show you a real good time.”
Lly reached out entreatingly to her lover. “Rra—please!”
But he merely smiled, his eyes alight with a cruel pleasure. “Entertain me. That is why I keep you in silk and jewels, isn’t it?”
Chapter Eight
Nelah Cobalt had suffered injustice before in her life, but none had ever angered her as much as having Daron Navos
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